Chapter 3 Top-notch Yang Fan (Author: I have a bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder)

In desperation, Zhu Qingshan could only go in by himself.

But they saw water droplets flying everywhere in the house, wooden barrels bursting, and young Yang Fan, soaked all over and unconscious.

How could Zhu Qingshan, who had always been served by others, serve others? He just carried him to the cave and covered him with a quilt.

Qinglian's red light had not faded, but she saw Zhu Qingshan looking at her and smiling coquettishly, and couldn't help but turn his back. This was a cat and mouse game. After several times, Zhu Qingshan couldn't help laughing, and Qinglian couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

, became angry and said: "You are obviously the one who caused the harm, but you still laugh."

Zhu Qingshan's smile gradually dropped, his expression serious.

Qinglian's lingering heat had not dissipated, and she asked softly: "Young master, are you interested in that young man?"

Zhu Qingshan nodded and said: "You are young, and you are in a first-class state; you can read, listen, inquire, and predict your illness; your arithmetic skills are profound and strange; you can practice martial arts on the gravel path to increase your energy. Don't you find it interesting?"

Zhu Qingshan added: "It's just that this young man named Yang Fan may have lived in the mountains for a long time. He doesn't understand the ways of the world, is a bit idiosyncratic in his actions, and behaves a bit eccentrically."

Qinglian nodded in agreement, "After being rescued and just eating and drinking, I was able to close my eyes and fall asleep regardless of other people's inquiries. When I was hungry, I ignored my injuries and cooked by myself, and even cooked our portions.

.Without greetings or greetings, he went to take a shower on his own

Make medicine. It seems that he thinks that he will not speak if he can't do it. In fact, I like this kind of temperament. This is the sincerity of country children. He eats when he feels hungry and sleeps when he feels sleepy. He knows how difficult it is to save his life.

To repay, you just do it but don’t express it.”

After hearing what Qinglian said, Zhu Qingshan nodded thoughtfully.

At the bend of the mountain road, seven or eight people carrying poles came towards the island, taking their time and arranged themselves neatly.

The visitors were young servants, dressed in Tsing Yi and typical servant attire. Zhu Qingshan watched these people put down their poles.

"I wonder if the little miracle doctor is here?"

Zhu Qingshan sat quietly in front of the hall, drinking bamboo leaf green tea.

Qinglian said: "Rest inside."

The boy said: "Please let me know, girl."

Qinglian looked shy when she thought of going to see Yang Fan, why: "I'd better take you there?"

Qinglian led the way, pushed open the door of Yang Fan's room and said, "He's right inside." She suddenly felt the danger behind her, her hair stood on end, and she immediately turned sideways, dodging the fatal knife in an instant.

I even heard the boy behind him shout: "Do it!"

The boys standing next to the poles in the hall immediately took out their knives, forks, swords and axes from the poles, and came to kill Zhu Qingshan and Qinglian.

Zhu Qingshan, who was elegant and graceful, was calm and did not panic. He barely managed to dodge a knife, but with a seemingly light palm, he was knocked out by his body. He hit the wall and bounced to the ground, never moving again.

The young man who assassinated Qinglian died even more quickly. Just after saying those words, his neck was grabbed by Qinglian's claw.

Suddenly there was blood like a column, and he was dying.

Zhu Qingshan opened the folding fan without changing his expression. Qinglian quickly rushed from behind him and returned to Zhu Qingshan in just a few flashes.

Look at the assassination boys, they just stood on the spot, neither advancing nor retreating, nor yelling, when a gust of wind blew, they all fell to the ground and died suddenly.

There was a tinkling noise outside, but Yang Fan inside the room was still sleeping soundly, with no sign of being awakened.

Zhu Qingshan couldn't laugh or cry, and said with envy: "If I could sleep as well as him, I wouldn't have to take those annoying tranquilizers."

Qinglian waved her hand at Yang Fan's door, and a burst of wind came out of her palm. Qinglian pulled it back, and the door closed on its own. This is evident from the high level of her realm.

Zhu Qingshan looked at the corpses on the ground and said helplessly: "Why kill so quickly and so decisively? Why don't you leave them alive and test their breath?"

Qinglian innocently said: "You know that my skills are ruthless, but that is impossible. And they are too weak. In my opinion, their target may not be us. If a group of second-rate killers dare to assassinate us, then

I have reason to suspect that they are not here to kill us, but to laugh us to death."

Zhu Qingshan burst out laughing, "I didn't expect you could also joke."

Qinglian said: "These killers should be coming for Yang Fan."

Zhu Qingshan nodded slowly and said: "Then when he wakes up, we can ask him again."

As if sensing someone else's call, a faint murmur came from the room.

Qinglian smiled and said: "You really sleep like a pig."

Zhu Qingshan said seriously: "Don't speak ill of people behind their backs."

Qinglian said: "Then I will tell him in front of him."

Zhu Qingshan smiled and said: "That's very good."

After noon, Yang Fan finally woke up.

Seeing myself lying naked on the bed, I couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

Before he was fully dressed, he smelled the smell of blood. He didn't even care that his clothes were unbuttoned and tied, so he hurriedly rushed out the door.

But I saw Qinglian standing pretty in the hall, and Zhu Qingshan sitting quietly drinking tea.

Qinglian turned away and said angrily: "Can't you get dressed first? What are you doing in a hurry?"

Yang Fan rubbed his head in embarrassment and said, "I smelled blood and thought you were in danger, so I got a little nervous."

Qinglian said: "Do you know how to be nervous about others? I don't know who is sleeping like a pig. By the time you rescue us, we will be like yesterday."

Zhu Qingshan smiled and said: "If it weren't for us, you would have fallen into a dream long ago. Do you usually sleep so deeply?"

Yang Fan blushed in embarrassment and hurriedly explained: "New injuries plus heartache, fatigue plus escalation, insomnia plus staying up late, confusion plus being at a loss. These things are all mixed together. Either I can't fall asleep or I can't get up. I just can't get up.

That kind of thing.”

Zhu Qingshan asked: "These assassins are looking for a little miracle doctor as soon as they arrive. Come and see if you can recognize these assassins?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Fan immediately stepped forward to search, groped carefully, and explored seriously.

Zhu Qingshan asked: "Have you found anything?"

Yang Fan said seriously: "Not much was found."

Without waiting for Zhu Qingshan to ask, Yang Fan said: "Eight people only have 57 taels of silver. It really discredits the assassin profession."

Zhu Qingshan held his forehead and shook his head, speechless.

Seeing Zhu Qingshan's speechless look, Yang Fan couldn't help but smile and said, "Actually, I know who wants to silence me."

Zhu Qingshan: "Oh?"

Yang Fan: "It's not Lao Wang next door, but Wang Xinyi and Wang Yuan."

Zhu Qingshan: "Why do you judge like this, and how can you be so sure?"

Yang Fan turned around and asked Qinglian: "Did the person who came just now only look for me and not my grandfather?"

Qinglian nodded thoughtfully.

Yang Fan: "Then here's the question. Grandpa and I live here in seclusion and don't like to make friends. Who else knows about Grandpa's new past except the King who just came here? Do you?"

Zhu Qingshan asked: "Then why does he want to kill you? Because you can't cure him, does he want to kill you?"

Yang Fan chuckled: "Actually, I was able to save him, but I just didn't want to save him."

Zhu Qingshan looked at the greedy and selfless Yang Fan who happily touched the corpse and happily put the money into his pocket. At this time, he heard that he would not save him even if he could, and he would not take a thousand taels of silver seriously. Zhu Qingshan felt a little bit

Can't get over it.

Qinglian's eyes told Yang Fan that we need an explanation.

Yang Fan asked back: "Do you know what disease Lao Wang next door has?"

Qinglian smiled sweetly and said, "Don't be so pretentious."

Yang Fan nodded and said, "He has smallpox, also called Tianliu."

Zhu Qingshan's hair stood on end and he looked at Qinglian.

"You should know this disease. Basically, those who have it will die. First of all, let me explain why I don't treat him. It's not because of the problem of money, but because of Wang Yuanwai's character. He is selfish, extravagant and lewd.

It's like looking for flowers and asking willows, but when you see something strange, you will be moved by your thoughts. If he comes with his wife and concubines, then I can save him."

Qinglian asked in confusion: "Why did you save your wife and concubines?"

Yang Fan: "Bringing wives and concubines shows that he has a conscience, that he may turn back as a prodigal son, and that after this tribulation he will change his past and work together with his family. How can a man who doesn't love his wife love the world?"

Qinglian's eyes couldn't help but brighten when she heard the last sentence.

Yang Fan: "I would like to ask you two, if you save one person but harm a hundred people, should you save it or not?"

Zhu Qingshan said: "Of course there is no way to save him, but are you exaggerating when you say this?"

Yang Fan waved his hand, "The scumbag hurt ten women, ten women hurt half a hundred, and so on, the number is endless."

Zhu Qingshan thought deeply and always felt that although Yang Fan's strange remarks were sharp in point of view, they were interesting to chew on.

Yang Fan added: "As for him wanting to kill me, I'm not surprised. To protect his reputation, killing me is inevitable. Moreover, from the perspective of human nature, people tend not to hate those who cannot save themselves, but

They will hate people who reminded them early but could not save themselves."

"Judging from his character, if I can't save him, he will kill me. If I can save him, he will kill the donkey afterwards to save his reputation."
To be continued...